per. You promised
aunt you never would.
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
H'm! I would have you know, Euphemia, that I have not absolutely broken
my pledge to Lady Twombley. I made Harris, the coachman, purchase this.
As you drive home drop it out of your carriage window.
[As LADY EUPHEMIA takes the paper from him her eyes fall upon a
paragraph.]
LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART.
Oh! do they mean you, uncle?
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
Without doubt.
LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART.
[Reading.] "The Square Peg!"
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
Hush! the servant!
[LADY EUPHEMIA crams the paper into her pocket. PROBYN enters, carrying
a small music-easel with some music on it and a flute in a case.]
PROBYN.
Here, Sir Julian?
LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART.
Oh, do play, uncle!
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
[To PROBYN.] Thank you.
LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART.
It will soothe you.
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
[Taking the flute from PROBYN.] My only vice, Euphemia. [PROBYN goes
out. SIR JULIAN sounds a mournful note.] This little friend has inspired
some of my most conspicuous oratorical triumphs. It has furnished me
with many a cutting rejoinder for question time. [He sounds another
note.] Ah, I know I am going to have such a bad night in the House.
[He plays. MRS. GAYLUSTRE enters with BROOKE.]
LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART.
[To herself.] That woman!
MRS. GAYLUSTRE.
[To LADY EUPHEMIA.] How do you do?
[LADY EUPHEMIA stares, inclines her head slightly, and goes to BROOKE.]
MRS. GAYLUSTRE.
[To herself.] Haughty wretch!
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
Mrs. Gaylustre!
MRS. GAYLUSTRE.
Oh, Sir Julian, don't, don't stop!
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
I thought I was alone with Lady Euphemia.
MRS. GAYLUSTRE.
I am waiting to see dear Lady Twombley. Oh, do permit me to hear that
sweet instrument!
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
Pray sit down!
[SIR JULIAN resumes his seat and plays a plaintive melody. MRS.
GAYLUSTRE listens in a rapt attitude.]
LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART.
[To BROOKE.] That person is _too_ odious to me.
BROOKE TWOMBLEY.
Several people have taken her up.
LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART.
Somehow, being taken up is what she suggests.
BROOKE TWOMBLEY.
She seems a sort of society mermaid--half a lady and half a
milliner--what? Only it bothers you to know where the one leaves off and
the other begins. Who is she?
LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART.
In prehistoric days she was a Miss Lebanon. Lord Bulpitt's son, Percy
Gaylustre, met her at Nice--or somewher
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